AEW one shots

Useless Knowledge (Trent Beretta x Reader)

They must be ignoring your knocks.
When noone decided to open the locker room door after your fourth knock, although you heard voices loud and clear coming from inside, you decided to just walk in.

"Guys, it's time for shooting. Come on."

Orange Cassidy slouched on the sofa and didn't move an inch while Chuck looked startled at you. The only one to actually react to you was Trent. He quickly stood up from his chair while greeting you.
"Hey Y/N, did you know that there is a type of snail that can switch between sexes and get themselves pregnant?"

Damn, you loved being around Trent. He was always fueling your interest in the most random shit.

"I did know that. But did YOU know that polar bears are lefthanded? Or left-pawed...whatever you call it."

"All of them?"

"That's what I've read."

You two kept walking next to each other for a few steps until you realized the others weren't coming, you moved back to the rest of Best Friends.
"Are you coming?"
Chuck laughed at you. "I'm surprised you even noticed we were missing. Let's go, Orange." He motioned for OC to finally get up, which he reluctantly did while groaning.
You felt the heat on your cheeks and were certain they'd turned a bright red by now. Chuck always teased you and Trent for drifting into your own little world once you were together. You hadn't even realized it happened until he pointed it out. While Chuck's teasing made you nervous and painfully self-aware, it didn't bother Trent at all. He never even as much as flinched at the other man's comments. And you were secretly jealous of his nonchalancy because you hated feeling so exposed.

As soon as you entered the area where Trent's promo on his match with Samoa Joe would be filmed, all three men turned into professional mode. Although there was no need for you to stay there and watch, you couldn't bring your feet to move. You stood there and listened intently, your eyes glued to his lips. When they finished, you smiled at the three and walked up to them.

"That was an interesting take on getting yourself over...mentioning all the years spent in ROH, never winning anything." You stated while nudging his side. Trent was, as usual, unfazed and just shrugged, not saying a word. Instead he slowly made his way back next to you.
In the corner of your eye, you saw OC mumbling something to Chuck before they started walking, almost hurrying, to get ahead of you two.

"Nothing ever bothers you, Trent. Not when people claim you always lose, not when Chuck teases you...How do you do that?"

"Why would I be bothered? Honestly, as long as I did good in my matches, I'm fine with getting beat. So what? I still get to do what I love. And Chuck...he means well. And he's never lying. I forget there are other people around as soon as you're with me. I love the useless knowledge we always share. I just generally like you a lot, so why would I be bothered if he's saying exactly that?" He looked over to you, only to realize you had fallen behind. In fact, you had stopped dead in your tracks as soon as he basically confessed to you.

"What?"

"What what?" He was really confused now.

"What did you just say?"

"Were you not listening? I said that I don't mind people trash-talking m-"

"No Trent, the important part...about liking me."

He chuckled and walked back to where you were standing. "Did you really not know? I like you." Then he wrapped his arms around our and kissed the top of your head.

You smiled into his embrace before speaking. "Well, that's too bad. I do like you too, which means you're kind of stuck with me now. So you need to find a whole lot of random facts to share with me from now on."

"That shouldn't be a problem. I've always wondered if there are expiration dates for poisons. And if so, do they get less or more poisonous? I think they would get less poisonous." He started while wrapping his arm around your waist and strolling back with you.